{Fannie Fanfiction} The 70th Hunger Games- Finnick's P.O.V.

Chapter 1: The Reaping

I sit in my chair on the stage, wondering who I'm going to mentor this year. Our mayor, a fat man with a tight tux on, sits beside me. I don't know why, but he just bugs me. Probably because he doesn't like me very much either.

When I got back from winning the 65th games, when I was only 14, he was fine with just handing me over to President Snow and letting him have Capitol women take advantage of me. The sound of the District 4 escort, Annabelle Dean, saying "Happy Hunger Games!" snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Ladies' first!" says Annabelle in a high, sing-songy voice. She's a nice lady, she talked to me a lot in my games, 5 years ago. Her insanely high heels click-clack their way over to the big, glass reaping bowl. She carefully selects a piece of paper, plucking it out of many others. She walks back to the microphone, clears her throat, and opens the piece of paper.

"Annie Cresta!" she announces, and a fragile, beautiful girl lets out a gasp. She walks up towards the stage with tears in her eyes. She's wearing a button-down brown blouse, and a blue skirt. She has long brown hair that falls down her back in perfect curls. Annabelle greets her, and draws a boys name from the other bowl.

It's some kid named Talon, but my eyes keep going back to Annie. She is more beautiful than any of the Capitol ladies I have ever met. Annabelle escorts them into the Justice building, where friends and loved ones will come and say their goodbyes to them.

I make my way to the train, eager to meet Annie.